Muggled!

Draco had never felt this tired in his life. Coming in from the hot sun, he irately decided that he was going to find this Michael and beat him up so badly that he'd be begging for Draco to kill him. And then he'd set Crabbe and Goyle on him. Just the mere thought made Draco feel a little better, but nothing would ever heal his tired arms. Not only had he had to do ALL of Michael's chores, but when his 'mom' had come outside to check on him, she had gladly informed him that the purpose of cementing a mailbox to the ground was so that the little door faced the street and not the house. Now, an exhausted Draco stumbled into the house and found his way to what he assumed as the sitting room where he promptly fell onto the couch. Just as he was getting comfortable (and he stopped griping about the very noticeable absence of house elves here), he started to doze off into a nice little nap until...

"Michael," an exasperated voice that he had grown to know quite well said, " what is wrong with you? First you don't crawl out of bed until nearly eight, then you cement the mailbox in the wrong way, and I now I find your lazy butt on the couch. Get up and go take a shower. Jacob and Abby are coming over at noon to go swimming."

Draco looked up at the woman staring expectantly at him. "Who're they?" he asked in a small voice, half afraid of the answer.

"Uhh...your best friend for nine years and your girlfriend. Please tell me that you were just joking and my little boy isn't going brain dead."

"Of course not, I was just joking," Draco said with a little laugh, "I'm going to take a shower now."

Draco walked up the stairs, mentally retracing the way he had come down them earlier this morning until he found what he presumed to be his room. Eyeing a bathroom next door, he walked into it and fifteen minutes later (and a fight with the shower head- he couldn't figure out how to get the water to get hot so he just resigned himself to a cold shower), he emerged clean and good smelling. Walking into 'his' bedroom, he quickly found a pair of bathing trunks (red) on the floor with a white beater lying next to it. Presuming these to be his outfit, he quickly put them on and sat down on the bed and thought. Now, obviously this isn't a wizarding house, so I'll just how to play along and pretend to Michael until I can find an owl and owl Lucius or the Ministry.

Happy with his conclusion, Draco looked through everything in his room to find out everything he could about Michael. He discovered that Michael was seventeen years old, lived in Alabama in the United States, played two different sports that Draco assumed to be Muggle called basketball and baseball, and was actually pretty organized due to the fact the Draco had found all of this in a book called "Michael's Journal - Keep Out!" under the bed.

Content that he could pretty much take the place of Michael until he could find an owl or a wizard, Draco headed back down the stairs seeing as he was starving. Before he could find his 'mother' he heard a knock on the door and decided that since there were no house elves and he hadn't seen anyone else around, he should probably answer it. Before he could get to the door, it opened, and a very muscular guy that looked to be about his age with straight blonde hair and bright blue eyes walked in.

"Michael, what's up?" the guy said, whom Draco (after seeing that it was five past noon) assumed to be Jacob replied, "Hey Jacob."

Turning around, Jacob swung the door completely open with an animated turn, "and presenting the lovely Abby," he grinned. Abby must have said something, but Draco didn't hear it. The roar in his ears was too great, for standing in front of him was the most gorgeous girl that he had ever seen in is life. Tall. Blonde. White Teeth. Tan. Perfect Body... And all his. Draco smiled.

He wasn't a Slytherin for nothing.